2009, I am regarding you with a slightly more wary eye right now

Oh yeah. I'm one of THOSE people now. Those people that keep their cars together with duct tape and a type of love that mostly resembles hate (but don't tell her I said that).

Not shown: the 8,000 fingerprint marks on the window from physically lifting it up so that we wouldn't have to drive from West Hollywood to San Diego with a rear window down.

Although, to be fair, in college our football team sucked and my car was a wreck. And college was pretty awesome. So we'll see how this plays out.

And then of course there was this when I finally got home:

me: dude crazy lady two doors up totally stared at me when i parked in front of her house

Lucas: haha yes

me: i even said hi when she came to her door to look at me in disapproval, and she said nothing

this is the woman who once yelled at me and said i can't park in front of her house on weekends

except

a) THE STREET IS A PUBLIC PARKING PLACE

Lucas: hehehe

me: b) SHE HAS A DRIVEWAY

and

c) I DO WHAT I WANT

Lucas: yeah!

me: i was hoping she'd yell tonight

Lucas: aw c'mon i wanna watch the fight

me: so i could be all, "look bitch i got like four hours of sleep last night, just got in from LA after watching my team LOSE TO USC and DO YOU SEE ALL THIS STUFF I HAVE TO CARRY INTO MY HOUSE?"

Lucas: don't do it without me

me: i'm wondering if there will be a note on my car in the morning

Lucas: you should write one to her

and leave it on your car

me: hmmm

like seriously

Lucas: hee hee

me: i get that you're old

BUT I'M NOT ON YOUR LAWN

SO STEP OFF

Lucas: you're a wee bit crackheaded right now

I need bed. 2009, consider yourself officially warned.